O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay, <br />Nor quit for me the trembling spray, <br />A hapless lover courts thy lay, <br /> Thy soothing fond complaining. <br /> <br />Again, again that tender part, <br />That I may catch thy melting art, <br />For surely that wad touch her heart, <br /> Wha kills me wi' disdaining. <br /> <br />Say, was thy little mate unkind, <br />And heard thee as the careless wind? <br />Oh, nocht but lobve and sorrow join'd, <br /> Sic notes o' woe could wauken. <br /> <br />Thou tells o' never-ending care; <br />O' speechless grief, and dark despair; <br />For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair! <br /> Or my poor heart is broken!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-wood-lark/
